Most of what I see at rallies where people protest prejudicial social conditions of every type, including those of other species, is a lot of screaming, mostly screaming in fact. Such loud, vicious, teeth-bearing, gut-ripping vitriol that it becomes worthy of the name assault.
But it isn’t working. Assault never does do anything but get somebody’s attention short-term. A loud noise, everybody looks where it’s coming from. The message to the brain is assault assault alert alert get out get out – unless it settles down, then it’s okay to stay.
Noise gains or loses its power commensurate with the decibel level. The decibel level at modern-day rallies is way too high. High decibel levels are incitement tools used by rally planners to get attention and keep the attention.
Soft-spoken rarely works except also to agitate. Don Lemon of CNN notoriety uses that soft-spoken approach, but it isn’t effective. It isn’t real. You can see him seething beneath the surface of his mask and he likes that you can see that, but it doesn’t work except to make him look insincere.
Agitate and they’ll probably all go home.
Incite and they stay only because once incited it takes a longer time to come down from the incitement.
Incite at several locations with varying start-times and you’ve got a rally that will last all night resulting in destruction.
But still there’s no message, except violence. The rally then becomes reduced to its signage, but even those blurbs/bumper stickers get watered down due to the close proximity to the noise assaults popping all over the streets.
Try total silence. Synchronized courtesy. No utterance from the mouth, no singing, no humming, no nothing that can be in any way construed as noise.
No eyeball rolling. No makeup, no drinking beverages, no back packs. No mask unless it’s the animal mask with no hole for your mouth.
No chains, flame throwers, bats, signs. No words. No skateboards, roller skates, hockey sticks. Only the presence of a multitude of people who come in peace. No baby strollers. Who would take a baby to a rally?
I’ve never seen a peaceful rally. The government regards any rally that doesn’t result in a murder as peaceful. Even if a few blocks are burned to the ground and cars torched, it is still considered mostly peaceful.
A few bad apples they say. But a few bad apples is what it takes to make a mob of bad apples, so stop using that phraseology. You’re looking stupid. People have eyes and ears. You claiming something didn’t happen when they saw that it did, makes you look incompetent.
That is a low bar the USA sets for peace. Don’t think other nations haven’t taken note of where that bar is located.
No arm waving, no flailing, no hair flipping, no improvisational movements, no dancing.
WE ARE THE NOISELESS. No horns. No road-blocking.
One person carries one sign. Make it a powerful message – one that everyone can agree with, not in a perfect world, but in this world, now.
The multitude follows the sign-holder. Show the world what follow looks like. Instead you show the world what chaos looks like. Not good. Not effective.
Can you do that?
Then your message falls on deaf ears. You lack discipline.
Discipline is the key to all success.
The Key to discipline is spiritual growth.
The Key to spiritual growth is self-knowledge.
The Key to self-knowledge is love.
If you can’t do that, then you don’t know yourself.
The motive to move.
It starts with a thought.
Move that thought – to a good place for all.
Okay, I can compromise.
Whisper. Not like you’re in a saw mill. Like you’re in a library.
I wonder what that sounds like – thousands of people whispering.
The Blacks can’t do it. Their eyes will be popping all over the place from the strain.
Train yourself. Use a mirror.
“You can do it. I know you can.” SL (my original quote, not Obama’s)
You won’t be able to stop talking with your hands. I have that problem too. The minute I start hand-talking people start looking at them like I’m going to punch them. They don’t hear a word I say.
I’ve got a better idea, walk like a penguin. Don’t put your arms in the sleeves of your shirt. Button your shirt. Or wear a sweat shirt; it’s easier. And keep your hands out of your pants. Who raised you to do that?
I see a field of whispering penguins out there. Wonder what they’re up to?
They’re not happy about something.
Probably same as always, they want more money. They want you to forgive them their debts.
“Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”
Can we do that?
Make some phone calls.
“ANTIFA 365 supporters/protestors wear the ghost face from SCREAM, a series about a killer who hid his identity while committing serial murders, or the Guy Fawkes mask – a stylized depiction of Guy Fawkes who plotted to blow up the House of Lords in Britain. both masks are donned for the purposes of hiding the wearer’s identity and terrifying those they encounter while masked.” https://happywhitehorse.com/2016/03/13/a-call-to-act/
When people show up at animal rights rallies wearing these masks it gives the cause a bad name, and a further reason for those uninformed to call animal rights supporters terrorists. The optics aren’t conducive to facilitating social change regarding the rights of animals.
The current white/ghost masks cover the entire face, including the eyes and they’re not easy to look at. They make people turn away rather than embrace. It’s human nature to do that.
The Animal BALACLAVA Face Mask, however, is a conversation piece in itself. It’s a door-opener, not a door-closer. They’re cute. They don’t cover the entire face. The eyes are very visible, so nobody’s fearing you. Plus they’re comfortable in cold, windy weather, keeping out the sting of the harsh air.
Instead of wearing a Guy Fawkes or ghost mask to simply scare people without a message attached, which is a hollow free-floating goal, wear the Animal Mask as a symbol of all the animals you seek to protect through your consciousness raising activities. One is a symbol of terror, the other is a symbol of compassion. Some of the animal masks look scary, but with your eyes as part of the costume, the scary melts away the fear of animals that many humans have.
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Starbucks is too slow to respond to customers changing needs and wants.
Steve and I lived in the Pacific Northwest for about eleven years. We arrived in the early eighties and at some point during that time frame, while living in Portland, Oregon we became familiar with the Starbucks brand.
‘Progressive’ was the sidewalk talk when anyone referenced them – doing things no other company did and they were definitely going places and were welcomed I surmise in most locations they did eventually go.
Starbucks was kind of the place to buy your morning cup of coffee, instead of the more traditional donut joints, at least for the upscale thinking folks. And everybody in the Northwest loves coffee – and they do drink a lot of it. So, it was indeed a good and smart place to begin the formation of their company and brand.
But what happened? After all these years, and they’ve gone through a lot of changes, but compared to most other companies, not so much. It’s like they stalled somewhere near the beginning and focused mostly on opening new stores, forgetting about the progressive part.
I get it that they think they’re at the top of some kind of food chain on the topics of social consciousness, but they somehow remain stunted in an area that anyone who knew the Northwest would have to agree, if anyone was cognizant of the need for change in the food and beverage industry – from way back in 1971 – it was them.
They don’t sell a lot of food to begin with. In fact most of their food cases look more like artificial displays than actual food for sale. There’s no food genre or environment or atmosphere, yet it’s there looking all pretty and neat, kinda like in a magazine.
It’s like. What. Are. You. Waiting. On? Your employees don’t even know what vegan means or if you have anything vegan. Ask the manager, she’ll know, but she doesn’t. Even she has to go through each item calling vegetarian vegan and oh, here it is we have lots, egg and this and cheese and that. No vegan. Nothing that says on the label: CONTAINS NO ANIMAL PRODUCTS. No baked goods. No sandwiches. No salads. What’s up? Even the salads and salad dressings contained animal products.
Social consciousness? Are you kidding me? The enslavement, torture and slaughter of animals never crossed your mind? The Animal Rights Movement that was in full swing in the early 1970’s you somehow missed? Oh, only in the milk selection. That. Took. Forever. To Happen.
I would try to move you, but you have to move yourself. Be bold – like you once were.
Contains No Animal Products. And we don’t want peanut butter and jelly. We can make that at home. Use your imagination. No kale either.
I don’t want a bag of vegan chips, I want real food. Dead animals are not real food. You can do a lot better, but it seems that you fear change. You lost your edge a long time ago and it will take you a while to fall, because you’re so big, but you will fall. You’re selling stuff from the 1950’s.
You need to wake up in 2017. Or 2018. In the meanwhile I’m going to discourage people from investing further in a company that has no vision – until such time that you make an effort beyond almond milk and sporadically placed vegan chips.
A GAME CHANGER
You made me listen by terrorizing me in my own home, out on the street where I live, the restaurants where I eat, and at the stores where I shop. This is my response:
You barbaric pieces of African Dung.
We want equal time.
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Those dead animal skins you get paid millions of dollars to publicly disrespect as entertainment for the masses are the most discriminated against and oppressed intelligent, feeling, caring beings on the planet.
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We want equal time.
It’s our ball. It’s our field. It’s our planet.
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Stamp Out Human Supremacy.
You eat the animal. You shit the animal. You are what you eat.
Name any nationality, race, gender, religion/anti-religion – all Dung.
Violence against any animal, including the human animal, isn’t free speech. Advertising a brand is.
Buzkashi, the name of Afghanistan’s national sport is played on horseback (like polo), with a headless, disemboweled animal.
Animals don’t have rights, so why should the human animal have rights?
Stamp Out Human Supremacy.
Stop The Slaughter.
Get off the field.
It’s our day our way.
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In 2006, Spalding and the NBA announced that they would create a new NBA Official Game Ball, with interlocking segments and made with a synthetic material instead of leather.
So what are you waiting for?
Animal-Free Balls. That’s the brand.
Across all sports.
That’s the beginning.
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You’re an animal.
Animals don’t get rights.
PETA sexually exploits women to get the attention of men who disrespect animals.
We demand equal time.
Super Bowl ADS plus spots before, during or after every game.
The Mass Advertising Effect is what “We The Animals” want and deserve.
It’s a beginning.
Black Lives Terrorists exploit the military for personal gain.
The Duke, named in honor of football legend Wellington “Duke” Mara, is the official game ball of the NFL. Wilson has been the official game ball of the NFL since 1941.
Time to try a new, different, better way.
I WANT AN ANIMAL-FREE MALL
That’s right. A mall. Animal-free. A big one. With lots of glitter and big lights. With every kind of shop. Grocery, bakery, deli, shoe store, pet supply shop, clothes, hair salon using only cruelty-free products, and on and on, restaurants too. Good ones. I have a vision. And it’s a nice one. No fur, no leather, no skins, and those who enter must wear all animal-free attire. This place has rules. No cruelty here. Yes, that’s right. That’s what I want. A happy place too. No vegetarian snobbery. There’s no place for arrogance in the animal-free world of Sharon Lee. No suffering looks on the faces of people who feel they’re being deprived.
Now that I mention it, I see that on a lot of vegetarian faces. Faces that still have Big Mac lines on them, so it’s not the deprivation causing the look. But it’s there. Maybe it’s the prejudice and discrimination directed at such folks that makes them so unhappy, especially when they’re doing something so right.
It’s okay to have fun while you do what’s right. It’s okay to laugh. God, my God, wants happiness. Every burst of laughter coming from one of It’s animal’s mouths delight’s It to no end. That’s one more frown It doesn’t have to turn upside down. So, laugh. Have fun. Enjoy your life. Just don’t kill the animals. That’s all. Not a lot to ask. And don’t participate by eating the catches of other people. If you do, try harder next time, till you get it right. I’m tired and sick and fed up and depressed (that doesn’t mean I’m not happy) over walking down the aisles of death in every supermarket in the world.
I’m offended and pained at being forced to view and smell the tortured, dismembered bodies of my animal friends. When is it all going to end? Entrepreneurs is what we need. Animal-free entrepreneurs. People with dreams. Big ones. Investors with money that flows in a cruelty-free world. Not just the small, never grow any bigger, shops sprouting up here and there. Though that’s a start and we have to start somewhere, so we’ll support them too. But bigger stores, and big chains of every conceivable market transformed into animal-free.
Fast food. Animal-Free Chefs. Veggie Burgers. Veggie Deli’s. Veggie Pizza Parlors. No animals nor animal products. Veggie cheese. Plant meats that taste like baloney, ham and turkey, but without the suffering. We don’t need featherless chickens; we need to free the chicken. International animal-free cuisines. I’m tired of having my animal-free products supplied by purveyors of torture. Why should I have to eat my vegetarian meal in a slaughterhouse? Why should I have to buy my clothes at a slaughterhouse? Aren’t you sick of it too? Being given your little vegetarian or vegan corner of somebody else’s house of cruelty? Just to satisfy a small segment of the market? Small segment?
Well, it wouldn’t be so small if more animal-free entrepreneurs with big ideas and big investors gave people what they really wanted: a cruelty-free world, which means a cruelty-free shopping mall. We could do it if we’d stop thinking so small. Big. Think big. Demand big. Stop trying to get your animal-free products in slaughterhouses. How absurd. Build your own stores. Start small if you want, but grow, by golly, grow. Give the people what they want before they ask for it. You know what people want. You’ve been silent too long. Too complacent. Okay, ‘I guess I’ll take whatever vegetarian crumbs they throw my way’ type of silence.
Plan the future. Make the future. See the future through God’s eyes. See big. See beautiful. I want an animal-free shopping mall. And then another, and another till we put the slaughterhouse malls out of business. Till we close the doors on the business of cruelty. I want an animal-free mall. And, I know you want it too. One for all people–and all other animals too. No zoo here, but a place where our animals can come shopping with us. Day care, mall care, for our furry family members while we shop. A mall with style, flair, with sparkle and bright lights. I can see it. I know you can too. Cause I’m looking through God’s eyes now and so are you.